Sunday, November 29, 2009
Sleepy Time
Stars are scattered, twinking across the black dome up there. My breath makes the only clouds tonight. Just a single light shines from up the valley. Even the coyotes have gone to sleep. I have to linger, 'til the chill makes me shudder. The snapshot is saved inside me and I can go to sleep.
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